Chapter Ten
MI6 Headquarters, Vauxhall Bridge, London
It was nine o’clock in the evening in London and lights still burned in the fifth floor office of “dove-gray suit”. He’d been working on his computer since leaving George in the car park. He’d carefully laid all the shredded strips of Chatterton’s note onto his scanner and lined them up as best he could, keeping the written sides down. He scanned them into his computer and activated a decoding program, to analyze the results. While the program attempted to reconstruct the original message, he turned his attention to other matters.
He had the highest security clearance that the Ministry of Defence allowed. On his desktop computer, he navigated to the financial records section of department employees and accessed Chatterton’s credit ca
